Falling

Poetic description of how I felt at one of lowest points in my life - Part II

I feel like I’m falling. Climbing, I had thought my footing so sure. Looking up towards the highest peak. That was my goal. Treading on and on. Pushing past obstacles. Overcoming. Things started slowing down. Climbing became more difficult, but still I pushed on. My eyes upon the goal, I didn’t see the cliff in front of me. Falling. Perpetual falling. When will I hit bottom? I feel I’m almost there, yet still I fall.